I laughed and Diane joined in the laughter. We relaxed then, drinking tea and reminiscing about the things we had done when younger and the friends we...had known.Just then the phone warbled. I got up to answer; it was bound to be the station. The phone was in the kitchen. As I picked it up, Diane motioned that she was going to the bathroom. I tried to get off the phone reasonably quickly. The call was from another Inspector on late shift. He wanted to adjust the roster for personal reasons, and. ”, she said, as she saw their expressions of surprise.Sweetie uncurled from her lap, still weeping and bleeding from his chest, and crept pushing his thighs under the throne, for which a slot had been provided. On all fours, he gasped as he felt a heavy pair of boots stomp on his back, nearly making him lose his balance. As the pilgrim adjusted some knobs on the throne’s armrests, a lid came down trapping Sweetie’s thighs in. He felt chains winding tightly around them until he couldn’t move. It’s the best I can do for now,”Dr. Stark sighed, “Better than nothing, I suppose,” she marched to the corner of the office, moved a few boxes, and carried the last on to the desk. Sweeping everything off it, she put the box down.I eyed at the cardboard box questionably.She looked back to the box, then where it had been sitting, then back to the desktop, lastly at me. Then burst out laughing.I didn’t get it. Well, at first, I didn’t. Then I started laughing as well.Dr. Stark stated, “Putting it. Make him tell you verbally that your cock is beautiful, to thank you for allowing you to suck it, and to beg you to fuck him with it....and fuck him with it! He should be face down, ass up high in the air, and presenting his anus for you to penetrate. Grab his hips, fuck him like you want a man to fuck you, and tell him he's a slut - your slut. Don't be surprised if he ejaculates from the prostate stimulation he receives from your artificial cock. At the very least, he'll be leaking prostatic.